The Cinders of Kanto
Prologue
"So, what now?" I said to myself. It had been hours since Shonna left on the ferry. I was there, sitting on the dock, watching the waves roll in while Wingulls circled around me. The sun had already set, and Arcanine had been howling into the sky ever since she left. Pichu wasn't too happy about the leave either. He has been reaching his arms out, crying for his mommy for hours.
I know I have feelings for Shonna, I love her, or at least I think I do. But, that doesn't matter anymore. She obviously feels nothing for me, why else would she leave me like this? But, without her, how can I go on?
She was so much more than a rival to me, she was my best friend, my partner… she was everything I never thought I would get. And I just let her go, float away on the ferry back to Sinnoh. I could of caught up with her, yes Gyarados was a little beat up from the match with Lance, but he could of caught up to the ferry with ease. I could of used Dragonite or Pidgeotto to fly me there, I could of even called out Articuno and had it freeze the water in the ocean solid, I could of done so many things, and yet, I let her slip away.
So what can I do? I guess I could go after her, but is that what she would want? If she wanted to be with me she would of stayed, right? Was I mean to her? Or too much of a jerk? Or am I just not a good person?
Whatever the reason, she's gone, I could of caught up with the ferry, but now I can't. It's too far away, and I don't even know what direction they were going. I had my chance, but I blew it. The best thing I can do now is press on, and maybe, one day, we can meet again.
But where do I go? I can't go home, mom would just ridicule me and tell me how stupid I was for trying to be a pokemon trainer. I would start my job again and everything would go back to the way it was. Maybe I should. At least then it might keep Shonna off my mind.
I looked at Pichu who was my arms. His eyes were red from crying so much and his poor little body was spent from struggling to get out of my grasp. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like him. For the first time in my life, I felt my eyes get foggy, as a tear ran down my face.